Nesting

Over the last few years, I've realized that whenever I come to the close of a big writing project, I go into nesting mode. I'm sure this has something to do with the fact that while I'm involved in such a project, everything else - housecleaning, cooking, entertaining, etc. - fall to the wayside. Even my writing space becomes more and more cramped as my desk becomes a catch-all for everything. And I mean everything. I'd show you a picture of what it looks like now, but it's just way too embarrassing.

It's not just that things get back-burnered because I'm working on deadline. That's my excuse, but I have to be honest here. See, I'm one of those people who dons blinders when I'm passionate about something. And there's not a lot I'm more passionate about than my writing. I easily ignore all that I possibly can. If there's not a copious amount of blood or money involved - my definition of "emergency" - I don't see it. I am totally focused on what's in front of me. Especially when a deadline is involved.

With the print formats of Promise and Purpose thiiiis close *holds thumb and forefinger a hair's breadth away from each other* to being done, this project of re-releasing the books is almost complete. And it's like my eyes have finally opened again to the mess around me. Ugh.

So nesting mode is kicking in. I'll be spending the rest of this week cleaning off my desk (I'm sure there's wood under here somewhere!), doing some major housecleaning and organizing my time better with an improved schedule and routine (which will last about a week or until I find myself elbow deep in Genesis again).

Friday, we take my oldest up to college and get him moved into his new apartment and then we'll be working on converting his room into an office for me (with space for him when he comes home). Which means lots of cleaning, painting and organizing. Feathering my nest. :)

So that's the plan. Of course, my deadline for Genesis is rapidly approaching, so we'll see how well I stick to this plan before I become single-minded and obsessive again.

Do you lose yourself to your passions too? Or are you one of those annoying clean freaks who always keeps everything perfect who can keep everything in beautiful balance? What kicks you into nesting mode?